Sneak Peeks

Another Saturday, another spanking. I’ve actually been gone the last few weekend getting high-jinks in and doing much-needed “research” at spanking parties. It’s been a really great time and I can’t wait for the next… But deadlines are deadlines which means that between the merriment I’ve had on the spanking scene, I actually have to get these damn books written. I’m writing both this Ageplay and Otherworldly Discipline, Book 2 simultaneously. Let’s just say there hasn’t been a second of boredom around here.

So, here’s another look at the ageplay I’ve been working on. It’s about a new girl who comes into a triad polyamorous relationship where she has three partners who loves age-play; her main girlfriend, Liz, who plays the “mommy” role, and Liz’s two boyfriends–one who loves playing the ‘Daddy’ role in a serious 24/7 way and the other who’s a Daddy-Dom type but is mostly just up to spoiling the main girl, Sophie, who comes from the other side of the tracks.

Sophie’s not used to being taken care of, and she’s certainly not used to her new “family” buying things for her. When Daddy Charlie finds out she’s been hiding an infected tooth–one that’d been causing her agony for a couple of weeks–she threw a fit because she didn’t want him to pay for the procedure that would fix it, even though she couldn’t pay for it herself. She’s ever-frightful of her new family viewing her like a leech. She simply can’t understand that one of the things they actually enjoy doing is being able to spoil their ‘Babygirl’ rotten.

Right now, she’s about to get a hair-brushing. It will be her second spanking–the first was horrible enough and she’d gotten it with the hand. This is from Charlie’s point-of-view where he’s comparing her a little bit to his last ‘Babygirl’ who he’d never been able to get to react this way to punishment–the other girl liked being spanked too much. Sophie’s another story.

Remember this is so short because Saturday Spankings is tradionally 8 sentences long. I took a little liberty since some of the sentences here are so short.

And just that easily, Sophie was sobbing. She hadn’t even gone over the knee yet; she apparently remembered how horrible it was when it was just Liz’s hand and up in her bedroom. She was one girl who wanted to avoid this at all costs.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be difficult! I didn’t!” she cried, melting to the floor. It was a lie—Sophie had been difficult, it had been on purpose, and she had known where it would lead her. He had warned her as much the day before that Liz wouldn’t appreciate the tantrum she was practically throwing in the dentist’s office, claiming that a root canal would never happen. He told her she was going to be sorry later on. And then he had called Liz, because his threatening wasn’t working with her at all.

“Sophia Lynn, we’re simply not going to do this every time you earned yourself a spanking,” Liz sighed, getting up and walking over to the Sophie, who was doing her best impression of a puddle.

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Saturday Spankings is back this week, and I thought I might give you all a looksee into the Contemporary Ageplay I’ve been writing for the last two weeks. As you can see from the progress meter in this page’s upper right-hand corner, you can see that I’m plowing right through. If you want to see a character list of my story (so far untitled), go here and take a look.

What’s going on in the 8-sentence scene below? This particular spanking is Sophie’s first real bout of discipline from her new girlfriend, Liz, who was Sophie’s role-model before it became clear that Liz wanted to have a relationship with her. Sophie’s not into ageplay yet, but she’ll get more and more into it and the sexual world brought on by her new “family”, which consists of Liz, and her live-in boyfriends Charlie and Josh who also help sake the 32-year-old successful business woman’s lust. “Daddy” Charlie and “Uncle” Josh also like the ageplay lifestyle, but at this point Sophie hasn’t met them yet (and is extremely nervous about them not approving her once they do meet), but knows they’re in the kitchen below the bedroom where this is all taking place.

She felt Liz adjust her on her lap so that her bottom was right in the middle, bent upwards, and until Sophie’s toes were only fanning across the floorboards. Just as Sophie realized that, even though she’d heard of people who liked spanking sexually, she had a feeling that she was not going to think this was sexual, Elizabeth flipped up Sophie’s sundress over her back and neck.

Suddenly, a horrifying thought occurred to Sophie, and right at the worst possible time. “What if your boyfriends can hear?” she whispered fretfully. Surely, Elizabeth didn’t want Sophie to die with mortification right before Sophie was supposed to meet the two men downstairs.

Elizabeth snorted with amusement. “Believe you me,” she replied, “they’ve heard me give plenty of spankings in the past, and I’ve seen and heard them give plenty of spankings themselves. I assure you that they’ll hardly be alarmed. You need to be worried more about you right now, Sophia,” she assured.

So, I was working on a fantasy age-play story called “Princess Babygirl” That I had to put on the back hopper. I don’t think I have what it takes to make it work out… Not yet. It’s become a strange narrative challenge that I’m working up the skill to do. I’ll get there, and will probably pick it up again later in the summer.

I was going through my old Character Sheets, and found this one under “Age Play”. It’s something I started last summer and quit soon after I started because it wasn’t panning out. Well…. Now it is. As you can see, we’re already at 40,000 words. How long have I been writing it? Since last Saturday afternoon! That ain’t bad. The best thing is that I can keep pretty much all I’ve written it. It’s a little long-winded at parts but I like how it’s going so far. I’ll probably cap it at about 60 or 80,000. MAYBE 90. We’ll see where we are next Saturday.

So what’s all this?

The working title is called, ‘Being Their Baby‘, but I’m going to more than likely change it to something better, less creepy and more marketable. It’s a contemporary ageplay situation devised among a polyamorous household. Sophie Lynn Sutton, a young, poor little thing from the other side of the tracks, finds herself in a romantic relationship for the first time in her life, with a woman who already has two boyfriends, and those boyfriends really want to complete the circle by being Sophie’s boyfriends as well. Although she has a lot of miserable history she has to shed from her life, the Hobbes Brothers and their lifelong girlfriend, Elizabeth Button, guide Sophie through ageplay and helps her realize her own potential.

Still–I promise Otherworldly Discipline will totally be out on June 21st. But give me a break–I never write for this long this quickly without throwing half of it away. 🙂

I thought I’d share with you the character sheet that started it all. I’ve been shacked up with these people ever since. It’s been really interesting!!

Elizabeth Button:

Elizabeth Button is a famous lawyer in Boston who also can be quite a ‘sex bot’—as in there’s absolutely nothing cute about her. She’s 100% sexy, sophisticated, graceful, and intelligent. She’s tall (6-feet tall and she wears red high-heels (her trademark–she’s professionally nicknamed ‘The Devil in Red Heels)) and in good shape.

She’s also a “true Bi”, meaning that she doesn’t want to have a relationship with any one woman or any one man, but she doesn’t prefer one over the other. She’s a well-known lawyer, so she could probably have any woman she wanted. BUT she adores women (and men) that she can dominate and control.

The “Mommy” role is what she particularly likes with women, because it makes it so she doesn’t feel she has to compete with them and gives her the motivation not to be lax with herself. Because of this, she’s very into age-play, but she’d die before accepting the ‘little girl’ role for herself. She’d have driven herself crazy within five minutes.

She’s not afraid of commitment, but she is afraid of labels, so she doesn’t want to marry, even though Charlie has asked a million times and offers her an open relationship. She likes to stay because she wants to, not because of any obligation.

Her relationship with the Hobbs brothers is interesting simply because she grew up with them. She and Charlie are the same age, and they knew each other since they were three years old. They also lost their virginity to each other (when they were fifteen). They always dated, but they never dated exclusively, although Charlie has proposed to Elizabeth regularly since he was eighteen. The problem with Charlie is, even though he knows how to very efficiently bring her to orgasm, he will not give up his dominance for one microsecond. He doesn’t even like her being “on top” because he feels out of control, and thus out of his element. This is really too bad, because she really enjoys being in control. Thus, every time she has sex with Charlie it is actually somewhat violent and rape-y, because Charlie has to “make” her submit to him in bed; she’s not going to do it on her own free will.

This is where Josh Hobbs comes in—he’s very playful, and three years younger than Liz and Charlie. He doesn’t mind Liz taking the dom-role because he feels everything she does is sexy, and he assures that he feels fortunate just to take part. (It was a little hard to get used to in the beginning, but he quite likes it now, although she doesn’t know that). He’s mischievous and funny, but he does draw a line that he does not like Liz to “punish” him (although she’ll threaten it and it will give him pause) and he will not play the part of “little boy” for her, even if he will allow her to have the reigns during sex.

She doesn’t love one man above the other, although she sees them wrestle a bit for her attention, but she doesn’t like to think about her life without both of them with her.

Sophia (Sophie) Lynn Sutton:

Sophie’s “pocket sized”—very petite and only 4’10”. She works hard, but she’s always appeared years younger than she is, and she’s never been very schooled in hair and beauty, and so it’s hard for her to make herself up so that she looks older.

She’s seventeen at very the beginning of the book but quickly moves into eighteen during the first chapter before her first spanking from Liz occurs. She’s been working at Liz’s firm as a mail clerk since she was sixteen, and is getting antsy because she can’t find a way to move up, and her boss is less than encouraging. Her grandfather (44 yrs old) and her step-father (33 years old) are the only two male-influences she’s ever had, and they’re both abusive (they didn’t molest her or spank her, but they’d punch her or slap her around), mean, alcoholics that can barely hold down a job, so she has worked to support her mother and step-father’s growing family (she has 5 younger siblings, all under ten years old). She dropped out of high-school when she turned 16, midway through her Sophomore year, and dropped out of a social-life right along with it.

Although she’d held down two jobs to come up with over 20,000 a year, dispite only earning minimum wage, she lost one of her jobs right before Thanksgiving (in the beginning of the book), so her money situation’s become desperate. Elizabeth helped her out with a gift-card to buy a coat with, which only led to her getting “worked on” by her stepfather because he became aware that she was “holding out” with it. The situation led to her getting tossed out of her mother’s apartment. Since she had no savings (her parents took all of her money), no credit card, and she was only seventeen, she left her house but, since she didn’t have any friends or anyone to help, she stayed in the attic of her firm’s business complex, sleeping amongst dusty and forgotten-about supplies, hoping nobody would notice.

She idol-worships Elizabeth Button, and has for years, wishing to become her and actually likes being noticed by her. Unfortunately, she feels that Elizabeth noticing her only happens because of pity, and Sophie has a very strong sense of pride about ‘doing stuff for herself’ and ‘making her own way’. She’s always been nothing but ashamed when Elizabeth keeps offering to help her out, and abjectly refuses.

She gets arrested on her eighteenth birthday for trying to sell her virginity for a high price… To an undercover cop (he’d seemed like the cleanest option at the time). After sitting in a jail-cell for a couple of days, Elizabeth’s help seemed somehow more alluring than keeping her already-cripples pride on its feet. At last, Sophie called Liz to come bail her out.

When Elizabeth has her live in the guest room, she quickly discovers that Elizabeth actually loves her… Romantically. Even though she doesn’t view any other woman with as sexual, she immediately finds it easy to do with Elizabeth. Hell, she’s honored that Elizabeth could ever like a little piece of street-trash like she was! Of course she would want a relationship with her hero once it was on the table—it was like a dream come true… Except that a relationship with Elizabeth comes at a price. Elizabeth is the boss, Elizabeth makes the rules, and Elizabeth is judge-jury-and-executioner to those rules, and is quite the disciplinarian! And not just that–Sophie has to actually “share” Elizabeth with her two ultra-successful boyfriends in the house who make no bones that they want to have an “unusual” relationship with her as well.

She’s a very nervous person, and she’s shy and weary of strangers, but she doesn’t judge at all, and she knows that she’s a naive person so she doesn’t even know what’s normal or not in the upper and middle classes. This makes her someone who’s able just to let someone else take the lead and guide her through most sexual things and even is why she allows discipline.

She gets along with Josh, who is a warm-mannered and kind of goofy, before she warms up to Charlie, who is very dominant and lectures her constantly. Eventually she starts viewing Charlie has her ‘Daddy’ since he takes care of her, and even protects her–even when her crazy relatives come calling.

Charlie Hobbes:

(6’3”, 220 lbs) He used to be a Football Great… Until some asshole pounded him to the left so hard that he dislocated his shoulder and damaged one of his nerves. Although he can do most things still, he could never get his throw back. The injury his football career, but then he went right into sport journalism, and because of his popularity, he quickly became one of the top-line football broadcasters for ESPN.

It’s okay—he has Liz keep him looking smooth in suits and ties now, and whenever he wants to hit something, he just goes to play amateur hockey with his little brother’s team.

That being said, he being a quarterback since he was fifteen has made him a control-freak. Okay, really, even before he was a quarterback he was on the path to being a ‘Dom’. Now, he loves being in charge, especially of the woman he’s with. Mixed with paternal instincts and seriously lacking the motivation to procreate, Charlie found his perfect fit right out of college when he got his first ‘little girl’, but really it’s been a string of heartbreak one after the other, ending with his most recent encounter, Lacey, who was his girl for two years before she dumped him for some vanilla sleazezoid.

He’s a two-woman man, but not a three-woman man. He likes the chase Liz gives him, and loves her to death as his best friend and as the hottest fuck imaginable, but she doesn’t give him what he wants easily—he always has to earn it. He has to really work to dominate her, because Liz is not a submissive and never will be. And he likes having a ‘little girl’ because he can dominate her, and even get in his embarrassment and innocence fetish and let loose with his overwhelming paternal side. But more women than that seems not only exhausting, but unnecessary.

It’s all he needs, although every now and then he lies to himself, thinking that Liz would be enough even though deep down he knows they’d both be miserable in a “closed” relationship. They’d tried it every-so-often in their lives, and it always ended up frustrating and nearly wrecking their friendship.

Joshua Hobbes:

(6’2” 210 lbs)

He’s just that fun-loving guy who lives in your guesthouse out back. Talk about a go-with-the-flow kinda guy!

He’s three years younger than Charlie but acts like he’s ten years younger. He’s in OBY/GYN, but you’d never know he was a doctor just looking at him because he’s such a goofball.

Like Charlie, he does have a gruff side—but hockey has been a great outlet for him to let off his steam and access energy.

He loves Liz, and Liz loves him, especially because she can have him however (and let’s face it—whenever) she wants him, unlike Charlie. If she needs the lead in the bedroom, he gives it to her. That being said, if Joshua tells her to do something OUTSIDE of the bedroom, she’ll do it… Simply because he hardly ever orders anyone around—he’s just not that type of guy.

Because they sort of grew up together, Liz was sort of his first wet-dream. By the time he was eight-years-old, he was writing love-poetry to her… which made his older brother beat him up a few times, but he kept doing it. Somehow, when he was fourteen, he was able to seduce the young (then) seventeen-year-old into taking his virginity from him. That only intensified his infatuation with her.

He’s always been extremely cool about the age-play and sharing of Liz, and when it comes to the girls he normally has an invitation to play an “Uncle Josh” role, and he actually really enjoys it. Mostly because this is the only time he can play the dominant card during sex, (unless it be with one of the bimbos he brings home). That being said; he’s fun Uncle Josh that normally just gets to spoil his brother’s “little girls”; he has been known to give a spanking, but he’s really just as happy to watch… In fact, he likes watching an awful lot; he does have a spanking fetish, but he’s sort of too lazy to really have a relationship like that.

Unlike Charlie, he does like himself a good one-night stand and dates often, but he also never plans to have kids and he doesn’t even plan to move out of the guest house since he’s so attached to Liz (and his brother) and doesn’t want to ever leave her… Ever. He would follow her to the ends of the Earth! Though, it’s hard to say who takes care of who more—a lot of times it seems like Josh takes more care of Liz than the other way around.

I am so excited! The story’s edited, formatted, covered, and now we’re just waiting on Amazon to look it over and stick it up! **Update: It’s up!** In celebration, this weekend’s Saturday Spankings will be from Shared Between Them again!

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SUMMARY OF SHARED BETWEEN THEM

Considered untouchable by her kin, Kyra has been an outcast all her life. Then two massive, battle-hardened human warriors stride into her woods on a quest to kill a giant and claim a great reward, and after her attempt at petty thievery is foiled, she finds herself stripped naked and soundly spanked.

But that is only the beginning, for the reward for the death of the giant is not only gold and jewels, but the hand of an elf-maiden in marriage, and Kyra is shocked to the core when she learns that the humans have not only completed the quest which cost the life of every previous adventurer, but they have chosen her as their prize.

Taric and Draeven neither understand nor concern themselves with Kyra’s status as an outcast—all they see is the most beautiful of all the elves, a woman who they have both longed to claim as their own and fill with their seed since they first set eyes upon her. Raised as brothers, they have shared many women before, and now they will share a wife—and take her in any way they please, as often as they please, until she bears a son for them… the half-elven son of giantslayers whose birth has long been foretold.

Kyra, who had never expected to feel the pleasure of a man’s gentle touch, now must submit herself to the fierce, insatiable needs of two hulking barbarians. Yet something stirs within her, and though she blushes with shame at the very thought, she wonders if a day will come soon when she will beg for more.

Publisher’s Note:Shared Between Them is an erotic novel that includes both consensual and non-consensual spankings, anal play, graphic sexual scenes including threesomes and sex for the purpose of breeding, exhibitionism, elements of BDSM, and much more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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What’s going on here?

It goes without say that this is a different snippet than what I put up 6 weeks ago. This is further in the book, after Kyra has become well situated with her two husbands and they’re leading her back to their own homelands. Unfortunately, they’d offended Kyra’s king and they now have a flock of elf-guards trying to hunt them all down.

At this point, they’re still on the side of the mountains that Kyra actually grew up in, and she has family hunting grounds nearby. She tries to be sweet to her new husbands so she goes on a hunt. Unfortunatly, the men wake up alone and figure that she’s run away and now they’re going to have to scour the forest for her. They’ve fallen head-over-heels at this point, so her running away, where they might never find her, or getting kidnapped by the king’s guard, has made them both sick with panic.

After they find out that she was just doing some hunting at dawn, Taric strips her quickly and Draevan takes a switch to her immediately. This is towards the end of that particular spanking.

His words hissed over her wails, and even her ridiculous cries for Taric to intercede. “You will always tell—us—where—you’re—going—and you will never—EVER— go out on your own! — Do—you—understand—me?”

She clawed her fingers desperately into his trousers and his flank, trying to get him to let go of her.

SWACK! “Do you understand, Kyra?” he asked again.

She had to take a deep breath to cry out, “Yeees!” in a desperate wail.

He gave her ten more swipes without words, and the fire in her bottom felt like it was spread anywhere. She was sobbing like a baby before she was pulled off of his hip. He discarded the make-shift implement on the ground and let her go, spinning her up into another embrace.

Shared Between Them is still in it’s editing phase, but should be out next week where I’ll give you another peek right as it’s available on Amazon. For now, let’s keep the spanking scenes fresh–or else you’re just going to read ones from the same story until you tire of it. Here’s one you might not know…

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Pursuit of Glory is my baby, and my first child. It’s the only book I’ve written where I can honestly say that I have a “thing” for the main hero. I fell in love with Logan Liam when I was in high school, but that love matured through college and eventually I decided on a plot-line to work with by the time I was in my last year of college. I’ve written so many short Logan Liam adventures, that this one was really the tip of the ice-burg.

It got reviewed pretty well–it’s always been in the Top 20 at Blushing, but it’s never sold particularly well–I think it was about 15,000 Amazon sales ranking for a split second after I published my latest book, but that’s still not fantastic. James thinks it might have sold around 1,000 copies since 2008… But if that’s true, it took 5 long years to get there where the first three years I used tooth and claw to eke out selling just 100 copies. Since this was my first book, it sported my first attempt of cover-design (horrible!) on it for two years (this one’s newer and was remade last year), and it still carries my first attempt at blurb-writing. Not only that, but I don’t think people really have a rocketing interest for a fantasy naval novel resembling the Napoleonic Wars (I’m a total nerd for 18th and 19th century navel warfare)… That being said, I’ll always love it because it’s the book of my heart–I wrote it for pure, unadulterated fun.

And since it’s from my heart, you can better believe it’s got spankings galore in it. My offering for this week’s Saturday Spankings.

Remember, the rules with Saturday Spankings is that I can only choose 8 sentences from the spanking scene of my choice, so that’s why it’s so horribly short. If you’d like to read the whole 3rd chapter, complete with a spanking scene, click here! If you just want a taste, though…

What’s going on: Renny dressed up like a young marine so she could board an enemy ship and ‘prove herself’ since she’d been yammering on the whole journey, assuring everyone she could fight. And she could, though at the end Logan had to save her, and she saved him right back before passing out from an injury. This is a few days later, and she feels so horrible about the fact that she’d bit off so much more than she could chew that she actually reports to Logan, the commanding officer on the ship, for correction. This is more towards the end of the spanking, and they’re finally beginning to connect a little sexually.

“It hurts far less than what could have happened to you, I imagine,” was his cold response. But he was beginning to become nearly violent with sexual retention, especially when he saw that her virgin cunny was now far more lubricated than it was before. She seemed very aroused! Was it possible that a girl could even become aroused in such a situation? He tried to gather his thoughts away from it, trying to focus on the reddening of her white flesh. Finally, her bottom was such a color that he felt he had to release her, even though he was surely enjoying himself.

Thanks, as always, to Katherine R. Blake for organizing this weekly hop!

Pursuit of Glory by Korey Mae Johnson

Book Length: 21 Chapters / 88,015 words

Renny, the daughter of the High General, is young and brave, but also a brat in need of strict guidance. Following an embarrassing incident in front of the king whom her father is sworn to serve, she runs away from her father’s firm chastisement. She stows away on a ship, only to discover that she has ended up aboard the flagship of her homeland’s navy, captained by Admiral Logan Liam—her father’s rival, who only knows of one way to handle unwanted guests on his ship. But, over the course of the voyage, his fondness for her grows, as does his realization that she will always require a firm hand, frequently applied to her bare bottom.

Despite his best efforts, Logan and Renny are soon swept into the heart of a growing revolution against the cruel and brutal king. As the danger around them grows, so does their bond with one another, but can that bond endure through the events ahead?

Pursuit of Glory is set in a fantasy-world that highly resembles Earth in the late 18th Century.

Welcome back, Blog Hoppers! Thanks so much for visiting me last week those that did, and welcome newbies! Like last Saturday, I’m posting as part of the Saturday Spankings Blog Hop! That means I got to choose a recently published or a soon-to-be-released story and give you a snippet around a spanking scene.

This week, I chose a selection from Quite Decided, which is a story within the Lord and Ladies novella pack. Young Wenda is about to be married off to a count old enough to be her great-grandfather and makes a desperate move–to tangle her cousin’s cousin (no relation), a man who’s always treated her like a father, into a marriage just to get out of it. Her ruse actually works, but then her wedding night becomes a night where she’s made to endure her first punishment… By a birch. So, she tries to avoid the birch and ends up getting a hand spanking “warm-up” which is where we get our snippet.

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“Talus, I think you’ll forgive me if you calm yourself somewhere for a day or two.”

“Husband,” he corrected firmly. “You will call me Husband from now on, at least for the foreseeable future. That’s what I am now—your husband and your master—and you’ll do well to remember it. Now obey,” he growled out the last two words and pointed towards the bed.

She looked warily at the bed, and although she felt foolish while walking towards it and bending over, balancing her weight on her elbows, she did what he bid her.

He came up behind her and pressed his large hand to the small of her back. She couldn’t prop herself up on her elbows anymore as he pressed her chest down into the featherbed, leaving her bottom as the highest point of her body.

For Lady Camilla, the only thing worse than managing Falconworth castle on her own would be her overlord discovering that she is a widow and marrying her off to his wretched nephew. Keeping her husband’s death a secret is a top priority, right up there with ensuring that troops from a rival castle don’t break down her curtain wall gate with their battering ram.

Yet when a devilishly handsome knight by the name of Sir Balen rides to her rescue, she is reluctant to turn over the control she has become accustomed to wielding. The attraction between them is palpable, but his arrogant assumption of the position and duties of her late husband irritates her, especially because those duties seem to include spanking her bare bottom!

Can she swallow her pride and propose the marriage which she knows would be best for all involved, or will her stubbornness cost her and the people of Falconworth dearly?

QUITE DECIDED BY KOREY MAE JOHNSON

When eighteen-year-old Wenda discovers that she is to be married off to a nobleman easily old enough to be her grandfather, she concocts a desperate plan to avoid that fate. Lord Talus, who was like an older brother to her growing up, will marry her instead—she is quite decided on it.

The only problem with this plan is the fact that Talus refuses it outright. Wenda has grown into a beautiful woman, but he has known her since she was a child and he cannot bring himself to expose her to the dark, hungry, sexual side of him which she would see as his wife.

Talus underestimates the lengths to which Wenda will go to carry out her plan, however, and he finds a marriage with her forced upon him by false allegations that he has stolen her maidenhood in the night. For her part Wenda soon learns, to her dismay, that her new husband is well within his rights to bare his young wife’s bottom and chastise her firmly for her scheming. Moreover, he intends to thoroughly enjoy every curve of her beautiful body once he feels the time is right to have his way with his new bride.

Publisher’s Note: Lords and Ladies contains two erotic novellas which include both consensual and non-consensual spankings, graphic sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Hello there! Thank you, one and all, for joining me for yet another week of the Saturday Spankings Blog Hop! As many of you know, this blog hot features sneak peaks from author’s’ soon up-coming or recently out stories, focusing on a spanking scene for only 8 sentence. This week is a special treat: A little taste of the Otherworldly Discipline sequel!

I plan to have this out this Spring, although I have been held up a bit by “Shared Between Them”, which I’ve been struggling with lately. I do know exactly what I plan to do to finish up Otherworldly Discipline, and it’s going to be just as easy to write as the first one. Everything’s easy to write when Moriarty’s part of the scene, God bless him. Every time I open up the document to write a few pages, it feels like a knife through warm butter. So, without any more ado, here is the peek!

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Mari looked at the chair in Moriarty’s office in front of his desk, knew it was probably her last chance to sit down for quite a long time, but couldn’t seem to stop pacing back and forth in the small room, wondering how she could have been so mindbogglingly foolish! Even now, she couldn’t put her finger on what had drawn her to that stupid violin except that it brought her to it like a moth to a lamp. And in the same manner, she had been burnt.

She stopped walking when she heard the wooden clacking of approaching boots that got louder and louder until the heavy wooden door creaked open and a very dark-eyed Moriarty was staring her down, seeming larger than life. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest at any moment, and that’s before she braved to glance down at what he was holding in his hand.

She took a deep, fluttery breath when she saw a wicked-looking birch in Moriarty’s hand. He didn’t say anything for what seemed like years, and when he did, his voice startled her. “Maili, don’t look at me like that–just hike up your skirts and bend over the desk,” he ordered with pained exasperation.

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As far as anyone could tell, Charlotte was the last Byndian witch left alive, and only one wizard knew the secrets to the magic of her nearly extinct race. That wizard was Ashcroft the Archivist, one of the hardest working wizards in existence… which was really too bad, because Charlotte was probably the laziest witch in the universe.

When a handsome, smooth-talking wizard by the name of Lachlan presents Charlotte with an opportunity to sidestep centuries of study under Ashcroft, she gladly takes it… without telling Ashcroft of course. She quickly regrets her bargain as she learns more about Lachlan, and discovers that he is a mortal enemy of Ashcroft.

Even aside from the fact that she signed a contract with a dark wizard without reading it, she regrets her decision because she has slowly come to love learning under Ashcroft’s firm guidance, even though that firm guidance is often applied via his hard hand on her bare bottom. For his part, Ashcroft has cast propriety to the winds and fallen in love with his beautiful, feisty student.

When Lachlan returns to collect what he is owed under the contract, Charlotte learns that the price she unwittingly agreed to pay for her ill-gained knowledge is far higher than she could have ever imagined, and her world is turned upside down. Will Ashcroft find a way to save Charlotte so that he can someday scandalize the Wizard’s Circle by marrying his apprentice, or will he lose her forever?

Publisher’s Note: This story has been edited since it’s original publication on Bethany’s Woodshed and also includes the first (bonus of an extra length of 6,000 words bringing the total to 94,000 words) chapter of the second book in the Otherworldly Discipline Series!

Also, please keep in mind that this story contains graphic sex and anal punishment (figging) as well as non-consensual spankings. If such subject matter might offend you, please don’t purchase this title.

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Hi guys! As per the “Saturday Spanking” rules, I get to sneak peek you 8 sentences from my most recently written spanking scene! Whoot! May your own Saturday be Spankalicious!

Spanking Excerpt Learning to Blush: Swarii Brides, Book Two:

(Learning to Blush is a science fiction spanking novel available here).

“Can’t we just start fresh?” she begged, the room feeling extremely cold on her naked skin.

“We will start fresh after your punishment,” he promised, unhooking her bra.

“I was hoping we could start before…” she clarified, covering her naked breasts.

She stifled a sigh and steadied herself by holding onto his shoulder as she stepped out of her panties and her shoes. She felt awkward standing naked in front of him—it definitely felt different if she was naked for him before sex. Before making love, Graham looked at her differently: with a lecherous, wolf-like gaze. Right before spanking her, his face seemed filled with business-like determination. Something about his expression lectured, “I would also rather be having sex with you. Instead, I have to spank you to tears.”He pulled down her panties to the floor. “I know. Step out,” he instructed patiently.

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Spanking Excerpt Shared Between Them:

(Shared Between Them is a fantasy spanking MFM menage story)

“Please!” She was more than certain she was the first elf in history to have said ‘please’ to a human. She was exploring all sorts of taboo behavior today! She was nearly thankful her brothers were dead; if they knew about this, they’d never let her live it down.

“All joking aside, little elf, you’ve earned yourself a good solid hiding. Now be a good girl and take your medicine,” Draevan replied unsympathetically, somehow even firming his grip on her. It was hard to struggle at all; her pants around her knees was even hampering most of her kicks and squirms.

That was probably for the best—her kicks and squirms, it came to mind, probably made her look like she was a naughty three-year-old being taken in hand.

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Another taster from my toils of the last week from the Medieval story I’m trying to finish up… No title yet! (Titles are hard, folks.):

Talus looked over at her, unable to shake his frustration at her rejection of him and also frustrated by how beautiful she was in that dress! All her life, he’d known her, and she’d never looked like that–she was a boy with woman’s hair before, one he could never lust for in a thousand years. Now that he had agreed to marry her cousin’s niece, she had decided to push those breasts up where he could see them and finally wore a dress that would show off those luscious hips!

He used to imagine taking Gwendolyn whimpering as he took her roughly from behind, and he wouldn’t care if she enjoyed it because she was so wicked out of the bedchamber… But now he looked at Wenda and wondered if he had made a poor choice, because right now Wenda looked like a temptress that he could take like an animal from behind, and she would merely turn her head back to him and cry, “More!”

I have officially decided to join the Six-Sentence fray. Since I can’t follow rules, it may or may not be six sentences–but I guess a paragraph or two sneak-peak will do ‘er.

Enjoy a snippet from my new Medieval romantic erotica, full of spanking and spice:

He found himself snapping his arm out and firmly capturing her chin in his hand. He was no gentle, he had to be hurting her face with his rough fingers and tight grip, but she stared straight on at him, unintimidated, even though he growled fiercely “You listen here, Girl. That will not happen. You will not ruin the relationship we have; if it gets replaced by another, you will not like it. I would teach you to heel. I would pound you with my manhood until you couldn’t walk out of the bedchamber! It is not the life you want, it is not the life I want for you, and I can assure you that the life would be long. I am not an old man yet.”

Alright, so I was called out by Constance Masters to do the “Look” challenge, which is you find 3 examples from your work-in-progress where you use the word “look”… Which is a word that we use strangely often as a society, I’d never noticed.

The rules? “The challenge is to find the word LOOK in your current work in progress and then post the sentences around it. Choose your three favorite Looks to post. “

What made this challenge difficult is that I just finished one, but am doing major changes on it still, so I might be cheating by using “Learning to Blush” as one of them… but fuck it, I’m doing it anyway, just because I’m still re-written whole chapters of that thing. 🙂

Anyway, so needless to say. Works in progress means… Any of the following might change at any time or be removed altogether if I have to rewrite a chapter or two. I do that sometimes since I just sort of roll into a story without a plot outline, which drives my husband/publisher insane, but he loves me anyway because of that whole vow thing. 🙂

Also, I might have chosen more than a few sentences “around” look. I wanted to put in a full excerpt around the goddamn word, so I did. Might have I killed the essence of the challenge? Hopefully not… I think it’s still breathing…

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Excerpt from Learning to Blush: The Swarii Brides, Book Two

His hand smacked down again and again as Ellie tried to twist back and forth, trying to fall off of his lap somehow. After the third smack, Jack shifted his knee and she stopped twisting around. Instead, she now tried to kick as much as possible as his hand came down with a firm smack, smack, smack. Her bottom began to glow bright red already; far more quickly than he remembered from spanking any of his daughters or his wife. “I’ll teach you to throw a tantrum, little girl. Stubborn, disrespectful… insulting…!” he said, listing her offenses grimly. Thorton stood against the wall, completely expressionless except the dark, tired look behind his eyes as he watched her punishment with his bulky arms crossed tightly against his chest.

“I’m not your slave!” she cried. “You can’t just tell us what to do because we’re smaller and we look different!”

“Girl, I look on you like my own daughter!” he growled.

“No, you don’t!” she cried. “You look at me like I’m your pet! Every time we run into a cultural rift, you immediately assume you’re right and we’re wrong because you think your species is superior. We’re adults where we’re from, but you think you can treat my family like they’re kids because the arbitrary age you chose to define adults doesn’t match up with ours!”

“I’m representing the admiralty, which you want to have crawl like a dog!”

“I’m representing my species, which you already have crawling around like a dog!” she retorted.

Her voice cracked then, and she gave a tear-ridden whimper. “I won’t do it…” she whined miserably, wrapping her slender arms around Jack’s thigh as he spanked and shaking her head. She stopped arguing, in too much pain now to do so. She only sobbed, “I won’t…! I won’t!”

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Excerpt from Otherworldly Discipline, Book Two: The True Master

Maili recoiled from the wizard as he violently snatched the violin out of her hands. The movement was so forceful, her body froze like she had been frozen to the spot, watching him quickly and ever-so-gently put the violin back in its original place. After it was safely set on its stand, he slowly turned back to her.

The darkness in his eyes was terrifying, and he was even harder to look at than he usually was. His piercing blue eyes, normally the most handsome thing about him, were now warning her that she was in danger from him. “What the hell do you think you were doing?” he snarled like a beast, arching his tall body over her.

She backed up slowly as if he might rip her arms out at any second, trying not to anger him any further. She had never been so frightened in her whole life, her heart had never beaten so fast. “I-I-I…” That was all she could muster for a response, her throat was too dry to come out with words. She glanced out of the side of her eye for an escape.

“LOOK AT ME!” he roared at her. She hadn’t realized she had dropped her eyes at all; his frightfulness had burned against her retina. Even though she was now staring at the floor she knew what horror awaited for her when she looked back up to his scared face. Slowly, she lifted her chin, daring to look at him again. “NEVER touch anything in here. NEVER come in here!” he half-roared, half-hissed at her, and then his voice quieted as he continued, his words spitting at her. “If you had snapped a single string, I would feel the need to snap your neck. Do you understand?”

“Y-y-y…” She couldn’t remember having stuttered before, but now it was all she could do. Her brain felt frozen, unable to think when the wizard was that close to her. He was so much bigger, taller, and stronger than her, she was realizing. He wouldn’t need magic to kill me; he could do it with his bare hands.

Suddenly she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, and it pulled her to the side towards the door. She dared to glance away from the wizard in front of her, like Ashcroft Medwin was a violent storm coming towards her, and then she saw the golden buttons of Moriarty’s vest.

“Master, calm down,” Moriarty said in a very steady voice, pulling Maili behind his body protectively.

She was certain she had never been so grateful to anyone before in her life. Who on Earth would step in front of someone like that? Someone who was insane with anger?

“I want her out of here. Tonight. I want her gone,” Ashcroft hissed.

In the Northern Realm, getting thrown out just before nightfall was a death-sentence. Tears stung at her eyes; she couldn’t think of what to do, how to defend herself… Suddenly running into Damen’s men was the least of her worries. She had seen the creatures that roamed outside.

But Moriarty’s voice remained steady as he lied, “Master, she didn’t know. I didn’t tell her she couldn’t come up here. She’s too new. It was my mistake, I should have done.”

Ashcroft’s eyes slitted even more, but it was clear that his anger had elevated slightly. “Make sure all the servants know not to come up here when you hire them, then! Nobody comes up here!”

Moriarty nodded and bowed his head, “Yes, Master.”

Ashcroft went to leave the room, and Moriarty moved his body so that he was always between herself and Ashcroft. Ashcroft leaned his face close to Moriarty’s as he hissed, “I want her punished. Nobody touches my things.”

Moriarty nodded. “She will be,” he promised easily.

The wizard gave Moriarty a look of angry sadness before he turned and marched out of the room and back onto the stairway. He marched so quickly with such wide steps, that in seconds she and Moriarty had heard the Wizard’s heavy bed-chamber’s door slam shut.

She let out a breath of air, relieved like she had never been before, but it didn’t last. Moriarty turned and grabbed her by her ear and led her out of the room. When he let go, he propelled her just outside as he pulled the music room’s door shut and locked it behind him, hissing, “I don’t know what you were thinking by playing that violin! What possessed you to do such a thing? Why’s you enter that room in the first place? You were told not to, weren’t you?”

She swallowed again and nodded. “Yes,” she said, words coming back to her. “But… I–“

Oh, if only there was a way for Sophie to dig a hole in the ground in the middle of the cell and bury herself, she would have done. “Daddy” had come to her rescue… But who was going to rescue her from him?

How could Liz have done this to her? She was sure that she was going to be the one picking her up, and that was going to be bad enough! Liz wasn’t just her ‘Mommy’, after all… She was the only lawyer she knew. Weren’t lawyers supposed to be the ones doing the ‘bailing’?

Joe’s voice mumbled from the next room, sounding far from excited, and she couldn’t make out any of his words. She sat there, looking at the door to the cell block, waiting for her impending doom. It seemed to take forever; there was surely paper work and the bail to be paid, but waiting with Joe in the building was somehow a million times worse than waiting before he had arrived.

She wrung her hands on her lap as she sat on the cot, waiting, her stomach tightening itself into knots.

Sometimes, before Daddy gave her a spanking, there would be that fluttery butterfly feeling in her guts, instead. She would feel something akin to excitement about it; Daddy was the most handsome man she had ever seen. Sure, some girls in the dorms hung up posters of Johnny Depp or Russell Crowe; but she just had a picture of Daddy on her desk. She could pick it up and stare at it whenever she wanted, imagining the feel of his big, calloused hand on her bottom, or the feeling of his fingers tickling her clit until she screamed with one orgasm after another.

Now, all the butterflies were dead; frozen. All she could feel was this lowly feeling of dread that was quickly seeping into her bones. Would Joe even forgive her? She had no doubts that he would bail her out no matter if he was going to ‘break up’ with her or not. She had screwed up before, but this was a big, giant screw-up of epic proportions. He’d lost a sister due to drunk driving, and there Sophie was, still nursing a hangover, guilt written all over her driving record after being pulled over last night. She had not acted like ‘his little girl’; she had acted like a stupid college student. Joe’s surely hung up his fantasy before he came to the station, and he had a three-hour-drive out there to let his anger boil up to not even giving her a ride back to the college.

How had she fucked up this badly? Joe was everything in her life that was good, and she’d done everything in her power to blow it. And she thought she was in danger because of her failing grades before she even drank the first beer…

When the door opened, only the police officer came back with a overfilled ring of keys swinging off his fingers as he tried to find the one to her cell before he fully approached. “You never told me Joe Hobbs was your boyfriend,” the police officer said when he came up. He was still grinning from excitement as he met the well-decorated football-star-turned-announcer.

“I was hoping that someone else would pick me up,” she admitted with a mutter.

“I understand that; the man looks pretty unhappy,” the officer divulged, finally finding the key. “You probably saw that coming. If my own wife got picked up driving her car as drunk as a skunk like you were last night…” The officer whistled and shook his head. “She wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for a whole month of Sundays.”

Sophie’s eyes went round as saucers. She had never heard a spanking threat outside of Joe’s world, and there it was: right before Joe killed her with one. Or dumped her all together. She could not imagine any other future for her; she was going to have a broken heart or a broken ass by the time the day was through.

“Come on, time to face the music,” the police officer grumbled at her, opening the bars so she could step out in front of him.

The short walk between her cell and the door to the reception room felt like the long walk to the electric chair. The officer had to push her slightly by her shoulder, guiding her to the door more quickly. He unlocked and opened the door to the reception room and she took a deep breath before walking out.

She took one good look at the giant man standing by the door with a firm glare and a locked jaw before her eyes were blinded by a veil of tears. “I’m sorry,” she choked out immediately.

“Save it, Baby Girl,” he said, swiping his hand through the air. “All I want to hear from you right now is if you’re okay.”

Her heart felt like it was literally clenching in her chest. He had never been so cold towards her! He WAS going to leave her!

She nodded and swallowed back tears just to be able to speak at all. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

The officer went back to his reception, looking like he was shuffling up some papers for her to sign, but Joe leaned down to whisper in her ear and picked up her hand to drop his keys in them, “I need to walk for a moment. You’re going to take these keys, sign the papers you need to, then you’re going to go out to the car and wait for me in the backseat with your pants pulled down. You’re about to see a side of me you’ve never seen before.”

She didn’t know whether to blush or faint. With wobbly legs, she walked to the desk and signed where she was told to. Joe walked out the front door, slamming the door behind him.

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Didn’t know I was working on an AgePlay, didja? Oh, yes. AND another Menage Tres story. I’m trying to engineer some sort of naughty train so I can pull it into the station. 🙂 Hope you liked those excerpts, y’all! And thanks, Constance, for the challenge!